Hello! This is my first crossover! I'm having a break from my other stuff. Check it out if you haven't already...I feel terrible for not updating often because of school work (damn education!) but I'll try to update as much as I can! Now less of my apologies and more of the stuff you're actually into... now let's start with something odd...or out of the blue...

Oh and there's no set time period for this... Its muddle world... xD

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday Sweeney!

"Oh! Go on Mr T! It is your bloody birthday after all!"

Sweeney shot her an 'Oh-my-god' look, but took her strangely small wrapped gift none-the-less. He turned it repeatedly in his long fingered hands, memorized by the shiny silver wrapping paper- a lot like his razors.

Mrs Lovett frowned impatiently at his slow, curious studying. She leaned on the table, hand under chin, the other drumming the clean surface awkwardly.

"Well go on. Open it!" she said, irritation barely hidden in her vowels. Sweeney shot her once last poisonous glare and then slid his thumb under a small gap where the present was carefully sealed.

He ripped off a single corner, frowning, and then trying to guess what she'd got him. More shiny silver- but it looked like some sort of foil...

He glanced casually at Mrs Lovett, still dumbfounded by the wrapped present in his hands. He hoped that she hadn't got him anything to use in... The bedroom.

He shivered at the thought. No. Mrs Lovett would never be that embarrassing.

Finally, he ripped the whole of the paper off.

"Uhh... thank you Mrs Lovett?" he thanked, confused by her odd present.

He wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed; he had imagined so many other things involving 'love' and 'sex' to be Nellie's drive. But he had thought wrong.

"You're welcome, my dear. Now let me jus' go get ya cake. Took me ages to bake that did." She said, placing a hand on his cheek for a second then removing it before he felt uncomfortable and before he ruined the only normal violence free moment they could grasp. She bustled off out of the shop and into the parlour.

He frowned down at the gift in his hands.

He hadn't a clue what it was. But he did know that it wasn't a sex toy. He knew full well it wasn't a whip- or anything like that.

Well it was rectangular... was something inside it? Why did this puzzle him so badly? And why did the object seem to tingle in his hands?

Soon Mrs Lovett returned; a large black iced cake on a plate in her hands. She popped onto the table in front of him, sitting back in her place, facing the curious and desperate barber.

She found it quite amusing. Watching his usually stern face mash into a light and hilariously cute confusion had to be her highlight of her week. She smirked and sighed.

"What is it?"

Mrs Lovett burst out laughing at that point. Sweeney scowled at her, his pale skin flushing a bright magenta. "Oh... ain't ya seen one before? Cost me a bomb that did. But s'pose it were worth it- for you." She whispered, her longing look towards him strong yet un-noticed. "Alright. But what is it, Mrs Lovett?" he asked, puzzled and stern.

She sighed.

"Turn it over, love." He did as she said, turning the odd foiled object in his hands. He could see that it had a cover now, an odd shade of red. There was a word written in block capitals in some sort of fancy font on the front. He attempted to speak the word aloud.

"Wanker? Oh thanks."

Mrs Lovett snorted, hitting him playfully in the arm. "No! Gosh! That's not the brand name! Ha! I thought that when I saw the brand too. No, that Mr T, is a Wonka bar. World's best chocolatier, he is. World's most expensive too..." she declared, still glued to Sweeney's cute curiosity. "Choco- what?"

Mrs Lovett glared at him. "Chocolatier. Y'know. They make chocolate. And... that is a bar of chocolate. To eat..." she replied, sort of nervous because he hadn't known what a chocolatier was- so she thought she would test his basics.

"Its food?"

"Yep. Open it."

Sweeney carefully removed the brightly coloured cover, slipping the heavy foiled rectangle into his hands. He turned it over again, peeling the first bit of foil off.

"But what if I don't like it?"

"You will."

"Why are you so certain?"

"Oh. Just try it!"

Sweeney smirked, knowing he was getting on her nerves. He stripped the chocolate bar; something fell out from within and onto the floor. He presumed it was another bit of pointless packaging and ignored it. The solid bar was cool in his hands. He could smell a new, odd yet tantalizing scent from the luscious chocolate. He broke a block off first, breaking another for Mrs Lovett. She smiled and took the piece in a pincer motion.

He slipped it into his mouth, closing it tight and hoping for the worst. His eyes squeezed shut- but soon opened when the flavour swirled around his mouth.

Mrs Lovett giggled. Sweeney couldn't help smiling- something about this chocolate made him feel strange, like he could forget all of his silly revenge. His mouth tingled with sweetness and sexiness... chocolate was something he would have to have more often.

"Like it?" Mrs Lovett asked, watching the alluring way Sweeney was eating his cocoa square. For the first time in fifteen years, Sweeney Todd beamed the biggest smile Nellie Lovett had ever seen- from him and the rest of the world. "Bloody 'ell. Looks like ya do! You're smilin' Mr T! You're smilin'!" she gasped, blinking a few times as if the sight was too good to be a reality. "Yeah... I like it." He finally replied, breaking off another piece and slowly popping it into his mouth. Mrs Lovett slid out from her seat and bent down to pick up the piece of packaging on the floor.

"Mr T! Oh my God! MR T!"

She's probably found another couple of cockroaches mating again, he thought, still waiting for the flavour of the chocolate to melt into his tongue. He grunted a 'uh-huh' to note that he was still *ahem* listening.

Mrs Lovett slowly backed herself into her seat, an enormous, child-like grin on her face.

"What is it, Mrs Lovett?"

She placed the 'packaging' on the table and moved the cake out of the way so she could slide it right under his nose. He frowned at it, a shiny golden. Well, he was getting slightly sick of shiny silver.

"A golden ticket? What the 'ell is a golden ticket?"

Mrs Lovett chuckled, twirling a ringlet of hair around her finger. "There are only five 'o them in the 'ole world, and you've got one of 'em!" She squealed, excitement building and getting worse in her personality.

Sweeney still had the usual empty look about him.

"And what is so special about a golden ticket?"

"You get to go an' visit the chocolatier in person- in 'is great big enormous factory."

"Ah. So this Mr Wan-Wonka... this chocolatier...world famous...ah I see."

"Yeah. 'E said you get ta' go an' tour round the place. And apparently you 'ave to 'ave a-"

Mrs Lovett stopped and tried not to giggle. But it just didn't work.

"Have a what?"

Sweeney grew impatient, and the tolerable Sweeney (from the chocolate) had gone.

"Oh! A parent."

"So... this chocolate bar was meant for a child?"

"Pretty much. But I'm sure there'll be loadsa adults there as well as a couple o' children."

Sweeney scoffed, cheesed off that he'd actually been thrilled with a present for a young child. A murderer that likes children's confectionaries- somehow that didn't add up.

"We're goin' then?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his monotone.

"Well, I don't see why not. Unless ya don't want to."

"...Well if there's only five in the 'ole world, why not?"

Mrs Lovett smirked, thinking that her luck wasn't only up on her chances of getting Sweeney Todd to love her, but to actually try to get some free chocolate out of the owner...

"And what about your parent?"

Sweeney sighed; annoyed that she was getting her way. He knew she would ask this- and expect him to reject her completely. But that chocolate had done something to him...

"Fine. You can be my..." he sighed,"-'Parent.'-"

Mrs Lovett practically screamed and jumped the table.

"Oh Mr T! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh my God! I'm goin' ta' the biggest factory in the world- with you an' all! Oh MR T!"

She hugged him tightly, kissing his face all over. She repeatedly thanked him, her voice loud and joyous.

'Oh great,' he thought, 'I have to spend a whole day with this woman? And how can someone be so successful with a name like 'Wanker'? This is very suspicious...'

He peered down at the small writing at the bottom of the ticket.

February 2nd

'Oh God. That's tomorrow. Prepare yourself Sweeney. You'll never live saying 'Yes' to Nellie Lovett down.'

He grinned, still being smothered in hugs and kisses by Mrs Lovett. The name of the chocolatier caught his eyes, amusement had to conceal without laughing.

'Heh heh. Willy Wanker...'

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